With his ID Mask on the fritz, Kevin had no way of hiding his mutant form from the other so-called "guests" of this crazy place. Who the heck would want to touch him now? Not that they would have before, anyway -- the hologram didn't account for physical contact. Even if his mask was working, people would probably flinch away the moment they touched him, frightened by the feel of stone and steel beneath their fingers.

It was probably for the best, anyway -- except for the fact that now his powers were freaking out. Kevin stayed huddled in a dark alleyway, desperately trying to get himself under control as his arms morphed and distorted constantly, taking the forms of weapons or items or simply warping to a hideous, twisted shape. He pressed himself against the wall, trying to hide hiself from the street, trying desperately to will his hands back to normal. As if he wasn't enough of a monster before!

"Come on... come on...